Unwelcome prompt

girlbaby

 

Clearing the clutter in her room

 

I pulled apart the remnants

 

Of her torn unfulfilled short life

 

Through a window I saw again

 

All the way down to the railway

 

She carried her baby in her arms

 

I felt the impact and aches and pains

 

As the York train pulled up too late

About Lindsay Craik

Writer & Poet Poetry, plays and short stories
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